We got a call from a trainee for the US Census Bureau. She said she was a trainee right up front, and there's nothing wrong with that. But, see, it was pretty obvious that english was not her first, possibly not her second, and likely not her third language, but fell somewhere down the line from there. What I'm saying is, and this is a stereotype, we got the Indian (from India, not Native American) branch of the US Census Bureau.
Words were difficult for her. Something like "individual" became "invidaliv" to her. It was very difficult to figure out what she was saying. I'm always left with a big question mark above my head when I speak with a person that has been given a job where they primarily speak on the phone, and they are obviously struggling with the language.
However, the problem I had throughout this phone call was the thought that, our government knows we're in a financial crunch. Our government is preaching to find ways to keep our money at home. And our government, as a function of its own efficiency, has hired out a branch of itself to a foreign land to collect data from its own citizens.
There's something very, very wrong with this picture. I'll leave it as an exercise to the reader to figure out what that is, because I'm tired of trying to make sense of it.
So, not only do I give up Saturday, but now I give up three work days. That's fine, it's work days and I'm actually being paid for them. However, three days of training for the entire IT department on something that one of us, at most, will ever use, meanwhile the company sits on helpdesk issues just because, seems a little odd.
But hey, to make up for it the boss bought us all lunch. Except we had to eat that lunch with the same group we've been locked in a tiny little conference room with all morning. OK, you pay the price you have to pay and move on.
That's still not getting any of the work done that I was told would be done based on our extremely wonderful scheduling, which said I had five days of work this week, when I only actually have two.
We'll let the boss discover that on his own when I'm gone next week.
I'm totally gonna be pounding metal too fucking hard on next Tuesday. Disturbed, in Brookings. Third times a charm? Here's to hoping I'm too stiff to move by the time the family arrives Thursday. Rawk.
Considering a switch at the work front, I've begun putting a lot of time into testing a server loaded with FreeBSD. That's something we haven't used here in a few years, but the default Linux loads I've tested lately have been bloatware, crapware, run-everything shit boxes by default and you have to fight your way through trimming it down into a manageable server load. FreeBSD seems to be a little more "toss what's needed on and build up" based. I, so far, have been able to deal with the few differences I've stumbled across, and having had a background in the BSDs over the years has helped a bit with that.
The boss seems mildly excited by the prospects. Especially that new server box I tossed him specs and prices on that would cost about half of what the same box would cost from his preferred vendor. Shopping around can be amazingly freeing when you don't have your head rammed firmly up an existing vendor's backside.
Point . . .um, I lost track
Zippy's still dropping more balls than we even knew existed, but at least the boss is hearing about it now.
He hasn't acknowledged it again, but at least we're keeping it in his sight so that the day we snap and kill the little bastard he has some background to dredge up from his rusty memory banks.
Well, back to training.
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